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The thoughts that run in this head aren't always easy to comprehend.

“In search of something immortal in mortality."

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you are nothing less than golden
Monday, November 26, 2012
by Felicia Simion

"To compare you to the night sky would be an insult to the way your smile catches fire in the mornings; you are nothing less than golden."
- Daisy Lola

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Keep calm and forget the world...
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
by Zi Nguyen
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Just a short update. I'm sorry for my two previous posts. Well, not really, but they were rather moody. If you should know, I tend to get like that at times. That's just how I process, I guess. But I feel a lot better this week, for real! :) A lot has been happening, but I'll make a whole post about my first few weeks in college this weekend. :) 

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que sera, sera
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
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"Whatever will be, will be"

Oh how I missed blogging! If it isn't obvious, I've been on a bit of a break, haven't I? 

I've been quite "busy" I suppose, spending time with friends, with family, and by myself. Also, I've been busy with college enrollment and other requirements. It's been quite a surreal and fun experience. Finally, I've seen our campus and felt it around a bit. After all, UP Manila will be my home for the next four years (when all goes well of course, I'm sure it'll be hard work). Oh, and I've met my blockmates! I honestly feel like I'm lucky to be blockmates with a group of seemingly friendly and humorous people! :D We're slowly becoming a family. :))

Anyway, I'm glad I'm starting to get a bit busy already. At first, I was kind of overwhelmed by the whole idea of finally entering college. I started to get paranoid, thinking "how in the world will I do this?" and "how the hell will I fit in?". That went on for two days until I just finally told myself to chill the eff out and just do it. Now, I'm extremely excited to enter college! Still a tad bit nervous of course, but I'm feeling positive vibes.

I guess I might post a number of posts for the rest of the week so I can properly relate what I've been up to. Some music posts, nail art posts ('cause I'm not over it yet), and probably a whole post about how AWESOME and EPIC BBC's Sherlock TV series is. I'm still having a hangover from it's epic-ness after finishing seasons 1 and 2. If you've watched it and loved it, then you probably know what I'm feeling now. If you haven't, give it a shot! You don't even have to read the original stories (although it would make it even better if you did) as it is a contemporary adaptation.

Until my next post/s! :D

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art never comes from happiness
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
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The best art comes from an emotion deeper than what happiness can bring.

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SANS HÉSITATION
from flickr
"If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all."
 - Oscar Wilde
The beauty of art and of literature really has a way of capturing me.When I see a beautiful image, a work of art that moves me, it’s almost as if my heart would break. It seems dramatic, yes, but it is true for every piece of art that touches my heart. I can’t explain it to the utmost point of how it makes me feel, the desire to know every inch of that piece of art, to see the story within it. It almost feels like love, seeing something so moving.

There have only been a few stories that have really gotten through to my core. Something deeper than just fancy words and descriptions. Though I do admit that these pull me into a story, nothing pulls me in better than really knowing the character, feeling the story. I love stories that make me think, that make me wonder “Why?” These are the stories that leave me speechless and silently begging for more. Even if I’ve gone through these stories numerous times, I want nothing more than to do it all over again, to try and feel more than just the pages within my fingertips.

One would think it almost obsessive. One can only be obsessed with something they can’t get enough of. And it is true; I can never seem to get enough of the beauty of art, of literature, and even of human nature, because truly, these all pique my interest. I thirst for knowledge on it all, the curious nature of which they come about to entrance us. What is it about these things that make my mind tick and my heart race; that make me curiouser and curiouser?

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